Today I See...: October 11, 2009

Sondheim seems to know me.

STOP! What do you get?!

Someone to hold you too close,

Someone to hurt you too deep,

Someone to sit in your chair;

To ruin your sleep...

("That's true, but there's more to it than that."

"Is that all you think there is to it?"

"You've got so many reasons for not being with someone, but Kara, you haven't got one good reason for being alone!"

"Come on, you're on to something, Kara. You're on to something.")

Someone to need you much,

Someone to know you too well,

Someone to pull you up short

And put you through hell...

("You see what you look for, you know?"

"You're not a kid anymore, Kara. I don't think you'll ever be a kid again, kiddo."

"Hey babe, don't be afraid it won't be perfect. The only thing to be afraid of really is that it won't be."

"Don't stop now. Keep going.")

Someone you have to let in,

Someone whose feelings you spare,

Someone who, like it or not,

Will want you to share

A little, a lot.

("And what does all that mean?"

"Kara, how do you know so much about it when you've never been there?"

"It's much better living it than looking at it, Kara."

"Add 'em up, Kara. Add 'em up.")

Someone to crowd you with love,

Someone to force you to care,

Someone to make you come through,

Who'll always be there,

As frightened as you

Of being alive...

Being Alive

Being Alive.

("Kara, make a wish. ::Want:: something. Want ::something.::")

Somebody, hold me too close!

Somebody, hurt me too deep!

Somebody, sit in my chair

And ruin my sleep

And make me aware

Of being alive,

Being Alive.

Somebody, need me too much.

Somebody, know me too well.

Someobdy, pull me up short

And put me through hell

And give me support

For being alive,

Make me alive.

Make me alive!

Make me confused!

Mock me with praise!

Let me be used!

Vary my days!

But alone is alone, not alive!

Somebody, crowd me with love!

Somebody, force me to care!

Somebody make me come through!

I'll always be there,

As frightened as you,

To help us survive Being Alive...

Being Alive

Being Alive!

How the Other Half Lives!

Calloused hands, broken heart... Dreams that die before you start...

I ain't got nothin... so I ain't got nothin to lose! Who needs a hat? Who needs a coat?! And who needs YOU, Mr. Whoever-You-Are, cause I'm a pioneer woman, pal! The Woolworth Building! The Met-Life Tower! There's gold in them there hills, and I'm gonna get it or die tryin! Days of yourn, kind and gentle, ask me if I'm sentimental! Not for the life of me!!!!!

Poor? Not me, honey! I don't want those money woes! I'll marry Rob or Paul or Dave or Peter... so I can buy my clothes at Saks, Fifth Avenue... Bergdorf Goodman too! The priveliged few, plus You-Know-Who! A wild sojourn, so i can learn how the other half lives!

Who threw Richard?!

I have a sadness shield, and it blocks out all the sadness.

This is the number of people in my homeroom this morning.

Today was the holiest of all holy days, known as the Senior Skip Day.

And I was stuck in school because of my silly parents.

This is my art room. There are two seniors in art, and both were there. A majority of the freshmen, however, were not.

In fact, 39% of the students just didn't show up. More people than are in the class of 2010.

Since nothing was happening in any classes, this is a series of things I did instead of going to class. Here's the acting studio (sort of my summer home, if we're following the auditorium metaphor.), where I spent most of the art class with a sophomore I don't know and I don't wish to know.

The drink machine gave me the wrong drink; one which is more expensive than the one I was purchasing, and bigger too. Too bad it was disgusting.

I am proud to say that I wore awesome tights today.

Somewhere during art Paige showed up (she had Spanish)

I then went to English, where instead of writing essays (since it is a senior class and there were not many of us there) we listened to Karen O and the Kids, and Kian and I figured out who we are inviting to be in our awesome new band, Wild Rumpus.

And Kian took a bunch of pictures with my camera. These are such pictures.

He's not bad.

Kian drew me a Wild Thing.

A sketch of a woman turned into the Angel of Pancakes.

You may be wondering, "Why art again, Kara? I thought you skipped art!" Well my friends, I went to Paige's art class today instead of Visual Communications, because I don't have any shirts to print yet.

I colored a bit of my comic!

That's a weird finger, actually.

Quality reading material.

I had to put this animal cracker out of its misery. It just looked too painful.

It was at lunch that I learned I'm not going to Disney. I am crushed.

I'm not sure why I took this picture. I probably didn't. I don't creep on the table in the corner.

Paige's English class (for which I skipped dance...) was much less lively than mine. People did work. No rumpus. All work and no rumpus makes Max a dull boy.

Paige's pants, which literally gave me a headache.

Why do they make the tagless shirts see-through?

And with that, I went away to see Where the Wild Things Are. It was an incredible movie. I laughed, I cried, I cringed, and I felt angry all at once, which is seldom accomplished in children's movies. Although I would not in the slightest classify this as a kid's movie. It is certainly disturbing to some degree; most of the Wild Things were clearly mentally unstable, depressed, etc. One (the only one without a name - even the raccoon had a name.) spent a majority of the movie in a catatonic state, not speaking a word or even looking at anyone until the very end.

But I loved every second of it. Depressing as this movie was, it warmed my heart.

LET THE WILD RUMPUS START!

One Day More

This has been stuck in my head all day. Kian and I are learning parts for it as you're reading this.

Four years ago today was the worst day of my life. Good thing the 10 years preceding were the best.

Today's experiment: making Starbucks' new instant coffee in a water bottle out of desperation for caffeine.

Results: not terrible; just tasted like coffee that went cold.

I drank about half of that. haha.

Looking goofy with my headband and my swirly glasses and the spoon hanging from my ear.

I told him not to look at the camera (you think people would get used to this madness by now!) so he decided to strike a pose instead. His name is Nathaniel, also known as Sexboy, because he'll never get into my pants :)